Huang qingwu felt as if her soul had left her body, as if she had really entered the era of the Republic of China.
She also vaguely saw a couple. Their backs were facing her, and they were walking forward hand in hand.
She did not know why, but she felt a sense of familiarity when she looked at them.
Huang qingwu wanted to catch up with her, but just as she was about to see the woman's face, she was suddenly called.
Huang qingwu suddenly came back to her senses and looked at han yichu, who was beside her."You called me?"
Han yichu was holding Huang qingwu's arm tightly. Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat.
"I called you a few times, but you didn't say yes," han yichu said with a dry voice.
Just now, he really felt like he was going to lose her, as if the person in front of him had lost her soul.
Even now, han yichu was still holding on to Huang qingwu's arm tightly, as if she was afraid that she would suddenly disappear.
